Never knew I had it in me!
Written by Klesk Vadrigaar

A chance encounter could lead to many strange things. Just one brief moment in time, one instance of two beings coming into proximity with each other, and lives could change forever.

Judy Hopps had already seen the results of this during her first day as an officer of the ZPD. In one brief moment she’d happened to run into Nick Wilde, the fox that had thus helped her make her career, stop a major threat to the citizens of Zootopia, and allow her to make a true difference in the life of her partner and friend. In that one instant, Judy had been the instigator of something wonderful.

And now, though she would not know it, she had just become party to another random instant. During a routine traffic stop the bunny had caught just the slightest essence of something on the air, something that was most certainly not a smell of the city around her, nor a scent she recognized from any of the passer bys. It was enough to make her look up from the speeding ticket she was writing, to try and find out just what it was she’d smelled, and feel somewhat disappointed when she didn’t see anything that could give her some clue as to its origin. She’d sniffed the air again and...nothing. Whatever it was that had tickled her nose for just the slightest of seconds was gone, and with it the mystery of what it could possibly be thus became very unlikely to be solved. 

Judy had felt even greater disappointment at this, but then the driver she’d pulled over had distracted her with some harsh words about whether she was going to actually book him or let him get to his destination and the bunny resigned herself to getting on with her job. 

Meanwhile, a very particular squirrel Judy had failed to spot amidst the throngs of mammals turned to give her a passing glance from across the street, just long enough to memorize her cute and unique facial features. Then, much like his unearthly musky scent, the squirrel vanished into the city. 

From there the day had continued in its own way, though with just a little bit of a twist. An hour or so later, Nick had asked about Judy’s new perfume, which in turn lead to a bit of an awkward moment when the rabbit stated in bewilderment that she wasn’t wearing any, yet Nick’s nose quite clearly picked up a rather amorous scent wafting from his partner. The two had played it off as a comical misunderstanding...yet Judy could not dash the thought that something was off about her. As the day wore on her restlessness grew. She started feeling a damning itch in her loins, a burning need that would usually strike her as a normal part of her heritage...if only it wasn’t the wrong time of the year. Nevertheless, Judy was definitely feeling a rush of strong and non-too polite emotions as afternoon slowly rolled into evening. She’d had to let Nick take the wheel of their squad car for once, as her attention refused to stay centered on anything besides the mammals passing by, and how damned attractive so many of them looked. 

Inwardly Judy hated herself but the thoughts continued to plague her mind with increasing fervor as each new icon of beauty swept past her sight. She dwelled on the athletic fitness of a cheetah as he jogged by. She dreamed how soft the immaculately groomed fur of a collie that just stepped out of a salon must feel. The stout strength of the elephant waiting at the bus stop made her loins burn. The voluptuousness of a hippo emerging from the rivers leading into the city from the outer boroughs made her mouth water. 

Her shame as Nick finally commented she was in danger of breaking the passenger window due to how hard she was pressing her face against it made Judy wish her seat would just swallow her up. She forced herself to pull away, to remind herself that she needed to stay professional till the day was done.

Judy looked to Nick, noticing as if for the first time how well he filled out his uniform, how his rich red velvety fur contrasted beautifully with the deep blue of his clothes, how noble his features looked, distinguished by the perfect balance of aged experience and youthful charm.

Okay, at least she could take comfort in that much being normal about her, even if it did make her start sweating like a polar bear in the midst of Sahara Square. 

She never noticed the same strange little squirrel speaking to Clawhauser upon finally arriving at the ZPD building, though he at least afforded her another curious glance as she frantically rushed past to deliver her daily report to Bogo, then barely managed to say goodbye to Nick before rushing back to her apartment.

The night that followed was both heaven and hell for Judy. After slamming and locking her door, and tearing off all her clothes, the bunny had made good use of a rather special purchase she’d grabbed a week or so ago. The long, carrot shaped vibrator thankfully proved as durable as its packaging dictated, though the batteries in it definitely were on their last legs after almost eight hours of continuous use, resulting in three times that number of orgasms. Judy began to worry as the first rays of dawn slowly filtered in through her window, yet despite getting zero sleep, she still felt hot and energized as hell. Her fear at what might be wrong with her made her miss the fact that her uniform felt just a bit more snug in the chest, hips and crotch region. The screaming and pounding on the wall from her neighbors for keeping them up all night with her masturbatory marathon fell on deaf ears as Judy found herself struggling to put her well stress tested toy down. To NOT rip all her clothes off again and go for just one more blissful climax. 

The ride to the ZPD was even worse as Judy found herself becoming even more aware of just how many sexy mammals she was surrounded by. The sight of a kangaroo entertaining the joey in her pouch with toys made Judy contemplate how beautiful motherhood made a woman look...how beautiful it could make HER look. Bunnies, despite their stereotype, did not actually pop out little armies of babies, but Judy felt herself getting wet at the idea. If she had 20-30 kids...and a suitable number of decently oversized tits to nurse them all...

The rabbit tore herself away from the roo, only to find herself staring at the enormous booty of a sweetly plump ursine. Surreptitiously Judy’s hands reached to caress her own butt, wishing it were bigger. She’d never understood the whole taboo of women fearing their butt looked big in whatever they wore. Big plump butts just added to the allure of femininity, not detract from it. Certainly she wouldn’t complain if she had a bit more junk in the trunk to show off.

The fact she DID have more of a booty than she’d had the previous day again failed to register. To Judy the fact it wasn’t big enough yet held more priority. Much like how the tightness of her armored vest around her slowly swelling tits paled in comparison to the fact she wasn’t rocking something like what the rhino lady sitting across from her was rocking. Seriously were those EE cups threatening to burst out of the grey beauty’s blouse? How nice would it be if they were bigger? 

Judy practically bulldozed several mammals aside as she rushed to get off the bus and nearly set the pavement alight with her haste to get to the morning meeting. Her hands were itching, along with her crotch. The only means of relief she could think of was for one to be reunited with the other, but in some part of her brain she still knew that would result in her getting a lot of weird looks, and likely a severe dressing down from Bogo, likely followed by her being booted off the force in short order.

In fairness, she still did get a lot of weird looks, and Bogo’s expression indicated he was damned curious to know what the hell was wrong with Judy when she begged him to put her on meter maid duty for the day. It made the next eight hours almost pure torture as Judy had to fight every minute to not touch herself, but the angry yelling, death threats and violent waving of fists she got for every one of the hundreds and hundreds of tickets she dished out did wonders for keeping the bunny grounded and her fingers busy. It certainly helped divert Bogo and the other officers’ suspicions when she returned and happily handed over the generous total of parking fines Zootopia’s finest could look forward to receiving. 

Judy rewarded herself for a very hard day’s work by buying a bulk order of batteries on the way home. 

At some point in the night, a familiar squirrel stopped outside of Judy’s apartment block and looked up at the endless cries of white hot bliss coming from her window. He checked his phone and shook his head, muttering to himself to give it a few more days as he walked on. 

Over the remainder of the week, Judy’s turmoil presented itself in many odd and bizarre ways. Every morning the struggle to put down her vibrator and not try to smuggle it to work inside herself grew harder. Every day her ability to focus on her work worsened as she found herself unable to not notice the finer attributes of every other mammal that wandered into her line of sight. Every night her crazed hunger demanded more orgasms than before, without care for how much it was disturbing her neighbors (though in fairness they’d finally and reluctantly admitted that complaining about the bunny’s antics was rather hypocritical given their own lack of a volume control). The worst part was, that only amounted to half of the changes Judy was noticing about herself, and the other half, if she had to be brutally honest, skirted towards the more beneficial side. Her emotions seem to be running on an all time continuous high. Her passion, her love, and her appreciation for everything that was great about life suddenly were blossoming like the flowers and plants in Zootopia’s public parks. Every day she stepped out and the world looked absolutely beautiful to her. Every passing mammal, as stated, just radiated the aspects that made each of their species unique and gorgeous. She just had to compliment Clawhauser every time she passed him on how vibrant his spots were looking. She couldn’t stop gushing to Fru Fru about how much she loved the shrew’s new hairdo, or her latest picks for her wardrobe. She was freaking Nick out a little, admittedly, with her constant comments on how his voice and his sense of humor so complimented his studly looks. Bogo wrote Judy’s sudden enthusiasm for every job he gave her, and her adoration for how shiny his horns looked each day, off as just her being the same weird bunny she’d always been. 

Then, of course, there were the physical changes that were slowly creeping up on Judy with each new day. Even she couldn’t ignore the minor issue that her clothes were proving more and more ill-fitting around her ever expanding tits, hips and butt. Yet, even as the bunny sheepishly had to fill in request forms for increasingly larger police uniforms, she couldn’t bring herself to see it as a bad thing. Certainly those who ran afoul of the law were far more cooperative when she showed up, baring perhaps more cleavage that was permitted by the rules of the ZPD, not to mention rocking her ever increasing amount of curves. Even those that did put up a fight when she slapped the cuffs on found themselves being quickly subdued by the bunny’s seemingly limitless amount of stamina. No matter how much they struggled against her, she simply smiled and fought with them till even the largest of animals found themselves being exhausted, while Judy merely mopped her brow and hauled them to the squad car, not even feeling winded.

Judy DID check herself in to the doctor as one week rolled into another and the changes continued to happen. Even if she liked some of her aspects, her mind wasn’t so addled by love, lust and perverse carnal hunger to not realise that something was very, very wrong with her. Sadly after extensive blood work, fur analysis, an eye exam, a fitness test, and everything else the ZPD doctors could think of trying, the only conclusive result was that Judy was going through some manner of a late puberty spurt, not exactly an uncommon thing among bunnies, especially those like Judy who were just barely out of their teens. Judy accepted this reassurance with a healthy amount of cynicism, but Bogo, ever the bitter old sage he was, told her to let it go after reading through her medical results. The clothing issues aside, Judy was currently making more arrests, dishing out more parking fines, and getting more perps behind bars than any of the other ZPD officers. As far as Bogo was concerned, the changes upon her were a blessing, not a curse, though he DID advise that Judy really needed to watch her body language. A lot of her colleagues were noticing the number of times the bunny’s hands wandered to her crotch or tits while she was doing paperwork or attending the morning meetings, and there may have been a mention or two of the less than subtle comments she’d made about wanting to jump Nick’s bones if he kept looking so damn tasty in his dress blues. 

Judy walked out of the ZPD HQ that day feeling very distracted and conflicted, which meant once more she missed the squirrel as he walked past behind her, pausing to drink her now generously busty and curvaceous body as she waited with growing impatience for the bus. It soon came and the squirrel made a note he really needed to pay Judy a visit as she stepped on and was whisked off to where she could finally get some much needed relief from the perpetual fire burning in her loins.

Later in the week, Judy finally made the resolution to fight what was happening to her. After again getting zero sleep, and breaking the record she’d set the previous night for how many orgasms one bunny could achieve in an eight hour time frame, she’d decided she had to do something. She’d spent more of her monthly salary than was probably healthy on more sex toys and batteries, and her fantasies of fucking every sexy mammal she saw (which was all of them) along with Nick and her coworkers in a mass neverending orgy were now consuming her every waking moment. If this was some sort of delayed puberty onset then she knew it could be controlled. Every teen had to learn the discipline of mind over matter, and so could she. 

Feeling emboldened as she locked up her ever growing collection of vibrators and dildos that she was acquiring during her almost nightly spending sprees, and tugging on her new XXL sized police uniform to find it still fit her nice and snug (barely), Judy headed out to a new day, with new vigor. 

For the rest of the day, that vigor was thus tested to the point Judy felt she might go insane. No matter how many parking tickets she dished out on her machine, how many cups of coffee she held onto, how many other ways she could think of to keep her hands busy, the damned need for them to be reunited with her lions just would NOT go away. However much she tried to convince herself it was mind over matter, she still caught herself unzipping her vest, loosening her belt, letting her fingers have just the slightest touch upon her burning, wanting flesh. 

That night, Judy went so far as to dose herself with the most powerful sleeping pills she could obtain without a prescription, then use her handcuffs to secure her hands to the radiator by her bed just so she could say she managed to go a full 24 hours without masturbating.

She then woke the next day to find out, much to her horror, what was afflicting her might not quite be what the doctors had diagnosed it as. Confusion had been the first sensation when she’d woken from hot and torrid dreams to feel herself massaging her now 120 cm HH cup tits, even though she could also feel the cold steel of her handcuffs still securely fastened around her wrists. Relief had been the second sensation that she’d both made it to the next day without touching herself once, and now could enjoy a bit of a reward with the pleasurable fondling.

Then Judy had woken up fully and screamed in horror as she now beheld a freshly grown, second set of hands frantically massaging her boobs. Her neighbors had pounded on the wall, telling her to knock it off and making several comments about what kind of a pervert can’t even get up in the morning without rubbing one out. That had done the job of silencing Judy into paralyzed terror as she watched her extra arms squeeze and knead her chest. She tried to tell them to stop, tried to move them like she would her original arms. The new limbs refused to obey and just kept enjoying the bunny’s enormous chest. A clashing mix of pleasure and fear rocked Judy’s mind as she tried to figure out what to do about this. She’d checked the time, checked her phone and the keys to her handcuffs were both within reach. She was able to free herself. She could get help! But what sort of help could possibly remedy this sort of surreal nightmare?

As Judy felt herself approaching orgasm again her thoughts drifted to how her tits were getting all the attention while her pussy burned in rage at being ignored. To her shock, that made her new arms obey. One released the breast it had been fondling and moved with haste to start fingering the soaking wet folds. Judy found she could at least direct it in how to help finish her off, what parts of her to tend to to make her feel a truly rapturous, full body burst of carnal bliss! The resulting climax helped steady her nerves, instill Judy with a strange sense of calm and focus as her dripping fingers were brought to her mouth so she could lick the sweet, syrupy juices off them. She pawed for the handcuff key, grabbed it and unlocked herself from the radiator. While her new arms might be moving of their own accord, the rest of the bunny’s body seemed to still be under her control. Okay, that was at least one good thing. It meant she could get herself over to the Zootopia General Hospital without too much issue. 

Ironically her oversized police uniform proved roomy enough for her new limbs to wrap around her torso and be secure inside as she dressed herself...even if that meant they also had room to keep groping her still sensitive and needy bits. 

She stumbled out of her apartment, made it to the elevator. Thankfully Bogo had been kind enough to let her drive the squad car home after her shift (it kept her hands busy and her distracted from the city’s hundreds of sexy, gorgeous citizens) so she got in and made haste to the hospital. The drive there was as perilous as it was pleasurable, with Judy fighting to keep two hands on the wheel and her eyes on the road, all while her other two hands just kept on working her towards a second, badly needed orgasm. If there was proof of a god, it came in Judy being able to make it to the hospital and park the cruiser before letting herself be rocked by what turned out to be several more climaxes.

It even gave the bunny a bonus in the form of the very same squirrel from the days before being in the elevator as Judy called it down. He’d been just as surprised to see her as she him, but as Judy awkwardly stepped inside and punched the button for the reception desk, the squirrel did not hesitate to take advantage of such a surprise coincidence (if, indeed, it was a coincidence at all). He’s tactfully asked if she was okay, noticing how she kept squirming and trembling, yet also was smiling like a drunken idiot as she leaned against the side of the elevator. She’d tried telling him she was fine, but the squirrel wasn’t buying it. He’d stepped closer, stating she clearly looked like she needed help. Still too addled by her multiple orgasms in the carpark, along with the despair as to what she was actually going to tell the doctors once she got up to the main floor, Judy had decided it couldn’t hurt to admit that yeah, she was not in the best of states.

It was then that Judy learned three very important things as the squirrel took her hand:
One was that he had in fact been what she’d smelled weeks before, as he got close enough for her to detect his rich and musky scent. 

The second was that his name was Balros.  

The third was that he could help her far better than any of Zootopia’s finest medical minds possibly could. 

Judy hadn’t even complained when Balros hit the emergency stop button and stranded the elevator between floors. She barely registered when he pulled her uniform open and let her extra set of arms out. He’d said some stuff to her, something about how he tended to have this affect on folk, how he’d thought about contacting her earlier and may have been wrong to leave her to her own devices, what might have been a warning about she probably needed to get out of her clothes pronto if she was going to keep inhaling his musk in such powerful, hungry breaths...honestly, it all passed over Judy’s head in a haze. Her only concern was how enrapturing the squirrel smelled, how his scent both made her feel hot enough that she worried her fur might ignite, yet also dashed all of her concerns from the previous few weeks.

The bunny’s previous lust promptly kicked into overdrive. As she kept gasping for more of Balros’ scent her pussy erupted with a whole new series of paralysingly powerful orgasms. Whatever it was about the squirrel that had triggered the changes in Judy’s body, that too ramped itself up to the extreme. Her uniform quickly grew too tight as she expanded in both size and endowment numbers. Her extra set of arms froze in confusion as they felt a second pair of tits burst through her vest to prop up Judy’s primary mammaries. Her legs and hips swelled with both muscle and curves, tearing through Judy’s pant legs to reveal a new standard that would make any of her fellow bunny’s blush. As if that wasn’t enough, her crotch and panties were then promptly destroyed by the development of something that’d cow even the biggest of the alpha males in the ZPD.  

Judy stumbled slightly, falling into Balros’ arms as her balance was promptly thrown off kilter by her new cock sprouting out to a solid three feet, then immediately rising up to full erection while two enormous and heavy balls plopped down onto the floor of the elevator. Thankfully her feet then stretched outward to help her stabilize herself, and also ensure that even the biggest and healthiest specimen of snowshoe hare would still be shamed by the size of her now massively wide and sturdy stompers. 

Judy put her new lower body improvements to good use in keeping her upright against the wall despite feeling her feeling so lost and limp from the constant orgasms. It made it easier for her rapidly changing body to tear and shed the rest of her clothing, though Balros, ever the gentleman, did have to help with ripping off some of the sturdier threads. He made a comment about how Judy might benefit more from some physical therapy, rather than whatever a doctor could prescribe, and had gone to press the button to take them back down to the parking lot...

Judy had then given the squirrel a polite but forceful demonstration that she wasn’t quite done yet with benefitting from the effects of his musk. Balros only had time to let out a winded ‘eeep!’ as he was suddenly pushed back against the far wall of the elevator by a new development. Judy’s tummy had swelled out like a balloon, achieving the massively round and tight pregnant look of one who was mere minutes away from giving birth to an exceptionally large baby. It turned out to be almost exactly two minutes, just long enough for Judy to recognize this as definitely being abnormal (and given what else had happened to her that was saying something) before yet another orgasm promptly sent the bunny back into the territory of not giving one iota of a damn. Her mother had always said that giving birth was a long and painful affair, but it seemed Judy, true to her rebellious spirit, was going to spit in the face of that fact. In mere seconds she’d popped out, with barely a hint of discomfort, a perfect adult clone of herself, minus the new additions she’d recently gained. That alone would’ve been impressive enough but fate had one final surprise to spring as Judy at last felt herself awakening, both from the carnal induced near black out, and from the sensation of taking her first breath. 

The two bunnies found them staring at each other, both equally confused as to how they could sense each other’s thoughts. It wasn’t in the manner of telepathy, but rather more like they were of one single mind that just happened to now occupy two separate bodies. Judy’s head swam at the paradox of her being able to both look into her own eyes and feel herself looking right back. The multi-armed bunny thought about telling the normal bunny to wave hello, and the normal bunny felt her soaked fur stand on end as she felt the need to do as requested to the multi-armed one. The normal bunny then looked at her ‘mothers’ cock, feeling herself drool in want to stuff it down her throat. The prime Judy shivered in both anticipation and worry as she felt herself give the command to open wide and start sucking herself off. 

In the midst of the increasingly bizarre situation, Balros managed to extract himself as Judy’s tummy deflated back to it’s normal flat and toned state. He promised he could explain what had just happened, and also that he had towels in his car so the newly birthed Judy clone could dry herself. Quite why he’d somehow come prepared for such an eventuality neither Judy thought to ask. They were just relieved when he punched the button for the car park and allowed them to make a hasty exit before anyone saw them. The two Judys did have a brief war of the minds as they thought of whether to take the police cruiser or Balros’ vehicle, but Balros once more proved himself as an apt problem solver by pointing out neither of them were in the best state to drive just yet. Both Judys were still feeling horny as hell, and the newly born clone one was already trying to get herself off at the same time she got her ‘mother’ off. 

Balros thus accepted the cruiser’s keys as the prime Judy tossed them to him, and on the trip back to his place the squirrel only offered a token commentary on how unwieldy the cruiser drove thanks to him not being used to big vehicles with raised suspensions, before both Judys told him, in bizarrely synchronized voices, to please shut up and not make things any more awkward than they already were. 

Things got better once everyone made it back to the rather luxurious penthouse apartment Balros apparently called home. Both Judys were able to grab a shower, and also take care of their raging libidos, while Balros made a call to the ZPD and said Judy wouldn’t be able to make it in (Bogo thankfully just said to inform her that she needed to call Nick asap so the fox would quit worrying everyone about her well being). An hour later, both bunnies were finally cleaned up and had quelled their raging need for carnal release. Interestingly, the latter had revealed that there was in fact a minor difference between the two, beyond their physical variances: the prime Judy still had enough of her wits to be concerned over her new status as a mother, and apparently a hive-mind queen, both to herself. The clone Judy, by contrast, seemed to be more concerned with her need to please herself, and others. When Balros mentioned Nick, the clone has immediately asked if she should zip over and assure him she was fine as could be...and maybe prove it with a quickie or two in the ZPD broom closet. 

Balros, wisely, put his foot down on that last part and said the three of them needed to figure out the extent of what his scent had made possible, and how he could thus help Judy, all versions of her, adapt. Bizarrely the clone’s reaction to this was to decree she would thus not be needed, and trot off into the kitchen to start whipping up some much needed food to take the edge off everyone’s state of shocked disbelief. 

The next few days were an enlightening time for Judy, as she finally got answers for what was happening to her, and how she could make use of it. Balros determined that Judy’s rather misguided effort to not masturbate where what had triggered her sudden, rapid transformations, which in turn explained why her new cloned self was likewise adamant about getting the two of them off at every available opportunity. As such he ran Judy through a series of gentle therapy exercises, teaching her how to make use of her hivemind connection to both fulfill her duties to the ZPD, and also keep her raging libido in check.

Each day Judy Hopps turned up at work, as energetic and cheerful as could be. And each day, Judy Hopps simultaneously stayed with Balros, learning many new and perverse way of sating her carnal needs. Balros, after being told of her preference for toys, brought her a few ‘welcome gifts’ for her new life, delighting in how Judy appreciated his taste for those modelled after the biggest and thickest of Zootopia’s species. He showed her how to better control her extra arms so that either all four of her tits could be pleasured at the same time, or she could rub her pussy while also jerking off her enormous dick. Day by day, Judy’s pleasure high seemed to never end, which Balros then used to teach her how she could channel that, via the other version of her, into her police work. Pleasure became the whetstone that sharpened her focus when scouting out potential criminals on the street. Pleasure became the fuel for her legs when she had to chase down and tackle a perp resisting arrest. Pleasure was what she drew upon to keep her spirits up when getting screamed at by the many, many mammals who tried to sneak a parking violation past her. 

By the end of next week, Judy was feeling daring enough to go a step beyond. Nick had commented that her new enthusiasm for life was having an affect on him, as well as others, so one night Judy sent herself home to give the fox exactly what she knew he’d been secretly hankering for ever since she started changing. His seed was channeled back through one bunny to another, and the prime Judy found herself birthing another copy of herself with ease. This one she sent on a vacation to her parents’ farm. Just a little gesture to let them know all was well with her...and also to see if her suspicions about a few of her extended family were accurate. After all, when one came from a blood line numbering in the hundreds, there came a point where the relation between two individuals being irrelevant in comparison to their feelings of love for each other. 

After that, Judy felt she had to finally ask the question: were all of her ‘children’ to be like she was before her and Balros’ fateful elevator ride? Or could she ‘customize’ them a bit to give them something unique along with their enormous tits and asses? 

Balros was all too happy to spend the next few days showing Judy exactly how she could birth another bunny, or two, with some of her more recent gifts. He asked what exactly she was planning to do with one version of her that had four arms, and another with four boobs, not to mention both of them being herms, but Judy assured him she’d answer that soon.

‘Soon’ turned out to be only one more week away, when Balros woke on a standard Monday morning to discover his penthouse was suddenly bereft of bunnies. He’d called out to Judy, and got nothing but silence. He’d turned on the TV and seen no mention of any paradoxical signs of Zootopia’s star police office somehow appearing in multiple spots all at once. It wasn’t until late in the evening, when the prime Judy had returned, looking like she’d just won the lottery.

Over an intimate, candlelit dinner, prepared by the bunny of course (four arms made for light work in the kitchen after all) Balros had learned that Judy had taken his teachings truly to heart, by going through no less than five new clones, all of which she placed at key spots around the city to help her and her fellow officers. One was currently in the police bathroom eavesdropping on any juicy hints of the case files Nick, Clawhauser, and the others were trying to solve. One was at the Mystic Spring Oasis (of course) working undercover as a new addition to the masseuse staff, trying to see if any of the less honest mammals might expose a few dirty secrets as they exposed their bodies for all to see. Another had offered herself as a full time nanny to Fru Fru’s growing clutch of children, which in turn meant another pair of ears listening in on whatever Mr. Big’s operations might be getting up to. The final two were doing their parts in Sahara Square and the Jungle District, ensuring Judy had a decently wide intelligence network to listen in on what was happening in the underbelly of her city. 

Balros had naturally congratulated the rabbit on her strategic thinking, but to his surprise, Judy disagreed. Five clones gave her the edge to learn of any crimes in progress, but not the manpower necessary to respond to them. Indeed, if past events had taught her anything, it was that the ZPD still need more bodies for if, or when, the next big crisis erupted. They needed an army on standby at all times...and Judy had just the plan to make that possible! With Balros’ help of course.

That was the point when Balros at last realized the magnitude of what he had made possible with just a chance passing by. As Judy had swept the empty plates off the table with two new arms she’d just sprouted, then climbed over the bothersome ornamental mahogany barrier with the help of her newly made taur body, Balros had seen he was officially no longer the one in control of the situation...which might not have been an entirely bad thing. Aside from a little heavy petting whenever Judy had been in need of another body to help her really get herself off with all her added body parts, Balros had kept himself firmly restricted from any sort of sexual advances. The very last thing he’d wanted was to further complicate Judy’s situation when she was already dealing with so much...no matter how bad the temptation may have been.

Such gentlemanly restraint was promptly told to take a hike and never look back once Judy pinned the squirrel to the floor, ripping his clothes off with several arms and using several others to finally experience the obscene bulge he always seemed to be sporting, no matter what sort of pants he wore. The squirrel had tried to argue, to tell Judy that as much as he was happy to do this, it’d result in even more changes, and more unpredictable developments for the bunny to deal with.

Judy’s response to that had simply been to wedge the squirrels’ massive penis between her two new likewise oversized dongs and gone to town on sucking him off. For added measure, as she put her boobs to work on getting Balros’ first load out of him, the door had swung open to permit another Judy clone to enter and help out, followed by another. Balros didn’t bother to ask if they were of the five that had just been added, or if Judy had planned ahead and made sure she had enough hands, mouths, boobs and dicks to check off every possible thing she wanted to do to her squirrel toy.

Throughout the night, Balros had gotten the full experience of what had now become Judy’s life, with each hour filled with one form of intense pleasure high after another. Now it was he who learned how many different forms of orgasms there could be. How different his enjoyment was when he was fucking Judy hard and fast vs. being the one getting fucked by her vs. sucking her off while also giving her something to smoosh all her tits around. Throughout the night Zootopia peacefully slumbered, offering no complaint or protest (for once) for all the noise of carnal bliss and satisfaction that came from Balros’ penthouse. 

And then, as the next day dawned, the final part of Judy’s plan began. Out of the entrance of Balros’ building marched two neat lines of identical squirrels and bunnies. Into the throngs of the morning commuters, Judy and Balros immersed their numbers, ensuring that at every street corner, in every coffee shop, on every bus and train car, they would be present. Zootopia would have two new guardians vigilantly watching over it through hundreds of eyes, ready to purge whatever evil might rear its ugly head. Each day, from then on, Judy and Balros would keep making more. They’d see that there were enough of themselves to give Bunny Burrows an army to protect itself, and the same to each of the surrounding towns and communes.

When at last the two found time to agree to a press conference, and the inevitable question was asked to Judy about her feelings on now being the mother and nexus mind to a civilization of thousands, she could only look to Balros and say the most obvious of responses:

“I never knew I had it in me.” 

THE END